"Why, how can one want to go to bed!" said Stepan Arkadyevitch, who, after drinking several glasses of wine at supper, was now in his most charming and sentimental humor.
" Look, Kitty," he said, pointing to the moon, which had just risen behind the lime trees --"how exquisite! Veslovsky, this is the time for a serenade.
You know, he has a splendid voice; we practiced songs together along the road.